Facebook, you don’t understand

Started writing: 31 Dec 2016, NYC time
Finished composing: 12 Jan 2017, 9.13 am NYC time
Date published online: 15 Feb 2016, 1.15 am NYC time

 

Facebook I don’t understand
Why you keep insisting that he’s my friend?
Stop suggesting that he’s in my photos
Or he’s with me whenever I post

It’s a photo of three dark skinned women
He’s a man, and the colour of white linen
And when I’m trying to message somebody
Stop assuming he’s my “favourite” buddy!

The other day, you got even weirder
You suggested I was with his father
I haven’t even met the man
And we’re definitely not Facebook friends

I saw you thought I should friend his sister
I’ll tell you now – that would be a disaster!
Your information – it’s just inaccurate
Or at the very least, it’s dated

It’s true, once we were more than friends
He probably was my favourite man
But that was quite a while ago
These days, we don’t speak anymore

In fact, he deleted me off snapchat
Though I’m not quite sure what he’s so mad at
He stopped following my instagram
So Facebook, you better get with the program

I’ll let you in on a little secret
Though I’m suprised, you haven’t worked it out yet
He told me very explicitly
He wants nothing to do with me

I figure he’s unfollowed me on Facebook
And on his page, I don’t look
So please, stop trying to force this friendship
‘Cause we’ve both accepted, this was a bad relationship

Advertisements

Her chatter

Date written: 30 Dec 2016, 1.45 am NYC time
Date published online: 22 Jan 2016, 5.24 pm NYC time

We’re similar in a lot of ways
Same laugh, same voice, same face
But one thing, really, there’s no way
‘Cause she has way more to say

She’s stringing 20 sentences a second
It’s hard to keep paying attention
I don’t need a play-by-play of what happened
Just summarise it, oh good heavens!

I’ve barely gotten out of bed
It’s too early to decipher what’s said
How is she so chirpy so early?
Please, shhh…until I get my coffee

Don’t get me wrong, I like conversation
A good story requires narration
But when there’s too many details to hear
I can’t help but switch off my ears

When I was young, people said I was quiet
Thought growing up brought out my extravert
But I think it was just relative
Literally, relative to my relative

I love her, I really do love her
Though I sometimes tune out to her chatter
She brings me much joy and much laughter
She’s one of a kind, my sister